Post by ThreeDawg on Aug 7, 2013 18:32:22 GMT -5
The Labelle Estate, in the mountains north of Wayrest, High Rock.
The sun was rising on what would appear to be a fine day. The gardens of the estate seemed to be flecked with diamonds, the sun shone on every drop of dew on the wildflowers. A grand white statue of a Unicorn fighting a Minotaur rose above the hedgerows. Deep in the Household an Argonian servant was busy preparing breakfast for the others, she was joined today by an aging Breton woman. Her age was beginning to show, silver roots stood out in her hair and wrinkles had begun to form on her bronzed complexion. "Mere-Sha, don't forget to prepare the traveling ration for the young one, she's leaving this afternoon.", the aging Woman told the Argonian.
Mere-Sha, herself showing signs of age in the greying of her scales and the wrinkling of her eyes, looked up from the dough she was kneading to address the woman, "I understand Miss Alicia," her voice came out graveled but it bore a slight hint of mirth to it that was only discernible to anyone who had spent time around an Argonian, "I will prepare the traveling rations after I have served breakfast. You need not keep reminding me, I have prepared hundreds of traveling rations for your husband and the young Miss Chloe in my years here. I am sure I can handle one more."
The old Woman smiled, her wrinkles deepening on her face. "I trust in your skills, Mere-Sha. I just worry about my child. She has never traveled so far alone. All the way to Southern Hammerfell? I can't stop her so I'd rather make sure she was well fed along the way."
The Argonian continued kneading her bread, explaining quite simply to Alicia that, "Miss Chloe has enough smarts about her to ration her food well. If she does run out, she has enough gold to buy some more provisions along the way. She will be fine." she momentarily stopped at the end of her statement, giving Alicia a wide, toothy, Argonian smile. This was of course for the convenience of her Mistress, Alicia couldn't understand the subtler points of Argonian body-language that they used to purvey emotions even if she tried quite hard. The conversation changed, the two women continuing on as they normally did.
Upstairs, a young woman stirred from her slumber. The silk bedsheets clung to her body, beckoning her to remain in the bed. It was as if the bed would miss her almost as much as the young woman would miss it. But the sun was shining through the open window. The woman finally escaped the clutches of the bed, shifting over to her dresser. She looked at herself in the mirror for awhile, staring into her own eyes as if they held the secrets of her future. She was worried, a little afraid. What would occur today would be something she had never done before, left home on such a long trip without her father. Today she would finally walk into her adult life, there was no turning back. But as she continued to gaze into her eyes, she felt awash with bravery and excitement. She was about to experience adventure, hadn't she always wanted adventure? Today was the start of that, the road to power.
She broke her gaze from the mirror long enough to slip on some linen undergarments and slide into her long, blue, robe. She turned around to face the open window, heading over to it and sticking her head out to smell the morning. Wildflowers, herbs and the smell of a cooking breakfast filled her nose. A smell she'd no doubt miss when she was gone. "You can do this, Chloe. Tamriel is yours for the taking." She began to head downstairs, meeting her mother and Mere-Sha in the kitchen. A plate sat on the table awaiting her, a still-warm cooked rabbit's leg, some freshly cooked bread and some eggs along with a few summer fruits. Her favourite. A goblet sat next to the plate, a goblet full of a blue liquid. Her mother had acquired it from Wayrest, a Magicka Wine.
"The last of the bottle," Alicia called out when Chloe noticed the goblet, "to help you prepare for the journey."
Chloe smiled sweetly at her mother, it was a sweet gesture from a woman that didn't really understand Magic too well. Truth was the wine would only be good for a few hours or so, but it tasted nice and it suited the meal well. "Thank you, mother. Mere-Sha, it all looks delicious." She sat down at the table to the happy grunt of an Argonian and began to eat her breakfast slowly, her mind distracted by the thoughts of the day ahead. She spoke to her mother and Mere-Sha about the journey she would be taking, for the fifth time, but her mind wasn't in the conversation.
Upstairs an aged Breton man stood at the window overlooking the front door. A package was due. He was assured it would reach him on time, this morning. But he was anxious, he had decided to skip breakfast to keep an eye out for it. He had to be prepared to receive it. He had paid no money for this package yet, that was his daughter's job. He would supply her with the money, but the package was hers to pay for. A father's last gift for his precious daughter.